Proud

This morning, watching television with my parents while my son played on the floor, I felt truly proud to be an American for the first time in my life. Proud, because my son will grow up with today's inauguration as part of his history. He won't remember this day, but he will remember this president.

I got goosebumps seeing all those American flags and secret service agents and men and women in uniform. I prayed along silently, said "Amen" out loud. Westley didn't look up from the empty teacup he was playing with, but he stopped to grin and clap when everyone applauded. We all said "Yaaaaay!" together.

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